An elderly man living with Parkinson’s discovered a shivering senior dog at his gate — and somehow, their unsteady bodies became a source of calm for one another.

And in the quiet hours, when her head rested on my lap and my shaking hand found the steady rise and fall of her breathing, we discovered something I wish I’d understood much earlier:

Peace is not always stillness.

Sometimes peace is two trembling creatures choosing not to tremble alone.